I love early mornings.
When the air is quiet
crisp and
still.
I always think about you.
And pretend that we are together,
sharing coffee,
waking slowly.
Wishing the sun
would stall
just on the horizon
for several hours...
So that our morning chat
could be prolonged.
We sit on the swing
in our robes and
slippers
just a while longer,
my head resting on your shoulder,
with my eyes closed,
feeling your chest vibrate when you talk.
Little peck kisses and
shared glances and
silly little grins.
I so love early mornings.
Early mornings with you.